Jimin

When the song ends, I look up at him.

He’s crying, but those tears are accompanied by a smile, and that’s exactly what I was hoping I would see when I looked up from my guitar. Seeing him for the first time since I kissed him good-bye has a far greater effect on me than I thought it would. I’m trying my damnedest to remember what it is I’m here to do, but all I want to do is toss my guitar aside, rush to him, and kiss him crazy.

Instead, I keep my eyes trained on his while I play another song he helped me write. I begin the opening chords to “Maybe Someday.” He smiles and clutches a hand to his chest while he watches me play.

It’s time like these I’m actually thankful I can’t hear. Not being distracted by anything at all allows me to focus on nothing but him. I can feel the music vibrating in my chest as I watch his lips singing along to the lyrics until the very last line.

I planned on playing a few more songs we wrote together, but seeing him has changed my mind. I want to get to the new songs i wrote for him, because i absolutely need to see his reaction to them. I start one of them, knowing Namjoon and Jiyong will have no problem falling into step with the change-up. His eyes glisten when he realizes that this is a song he’s never heard before, and he leans forward in his chair, focusing intently on the three of us.